The number on file for the head of the Swehtesh government was not, in fact, [i]the[/i] head of the Swehtesh government, but the secretary for one of many heads. 

"Alex Stromond's office. The administrator isn't here right now; can I take a message?"

Of course, in the case of national emergencies, you don't leave messages. The young man redirected the President to one of Stromond's advisor's offices, where Alex had said he'd be for the next hour. An hour ago.

"I'm sorry, Mister President, but Alex just left a few minutes ago. Yes, I understand. Of course, I'll connect you to his personal line."

At last, it seemed the President of the United Coalition of States had reached someone of authority... on New Age therapy.

"Hellooo. I can feel that your aura is projecting a sense of need through the line. I believe I know what you are looking for. Yes. You need quantum electron reionization. And we can give it to you, for a low, low price of 5000Σ, at the Flats of Light Quantum Therapization Cent-- Oh, emergency? Very well, Mister President, I will reconnect you, yes. But please consider scheduling a reionization appointment the next time yo--"

"Hello. This is Alex Stromond. What is your business?"